Classic Poem

A FABLE .

A PAIR of married kangaroos
(The case is oft a human one too)
Were greatly puzzled once to choose
A trade to put their eldest son to:
A little brisk and busy chap,
As all the little K.'s just then are —
About some two months off the lap, —
They 're not so long in arms as men are.

A twist in each parental muzzle
Betrayed the hardship of the puzzle —
So much the flavor of life's cup
Is framed by early wrong or right,
And Kangaroos we know are quite
Dependent on their " rearing up. "
The question, with its ins and outs,
Was intricate and full of doubts;
And yet they had no squeamish carings
For trades unfit or fit for gentry,
Such notion never had an entry,
For they had no armorial bearings.
Howbeit they 're not the last on earth
That might indulge in pride of birth;
Whoe'er has seen their infant young
Bob in and out their mother's pokes,
Would own, with very ready tongue,
They are not born like common folks
Well, thus the serious subject stood,
It kept the old pair watchful nightly,
Debating for young hopeful's good,
That he might earn his livelihood,
And go through life (like them) uprightly.

Arms would not do at all; no, marry,
In that line all his race miscarry;
And agriculture was not proper,
Unless they meant the lad to tarry
Forever as a mere clod-hopper.
He was not well cut out for preaching,
At least in any striking style:
And as for being mercantile —
He was not formed for over-reaching.
The law — why there still fate ill-starred him,
And plainly from the bar debarred him:
A doctor — who would ever fee him?
In music he could scarce engage,
And as for going on the stage
In tragic socks I think I see him!
He would not make a rigging-mounter;
A haberdasher had some merit,
But there the counter still ran counter,
For just suppose
A lady chose
To ask him for a yard of ferret!
A gardener digging up his beds,
The puzzled parents shook their heads.
" A tailor would not do because — "
They paused and glanced upon his paws.
Some parish post, — though fate should place it
Before him, how could he embrace it?
In short, each anxious Kangaroo
Discussed the matter through and through;
By day they seemed to get no nearer,
'Twas posing quite —
And in the night
Of course they saw their way no clearer!
At last thus musing on their knees —
Or hinder elbows if you please —
It came — no thought was ever brighter!
In weighing every why and whether,
They jumped upon it both together —
" Let's make the imp a short-hand writer! "

MORAL .

I wish all human parents so
Would argue what their sons are fit for;
Some would-be critics that I know
Would be in trades they have more wit for.